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blasphemy - lil ballsack lyrics

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[intro * lil b*llsack]

(lil b*llsack on the beat)

[hook * lil b*llsack]

these b*tches talkin’ money, but i’m sayin’ money talks
i got problems with my weiner, i f*ck anything that walks
all this p*n*s all around me, b*tch i think i’m boutta bust
sayin’ album of the year, i turn these rappers all to dust
they all tried toppin’ that weiner, yeah they say they do they part
b*tch your bars ain’t doin’ sh*t, yeah all you do is doo doo fart
i got millions of bars, like i’m a federal prison
all these b*tches say it’s fire, but i’m sayin’ it isn’t
these b*tches talkin’ money, but i’m sayin’ money talks
i got problems with my weiner, i f*ck anything that walks
all this p*n*s all around me, b*tch i think i’m boutta bust
sayin’ album of the year, i turn these rappers all to dust
they all tried toppin’ that weiner, yeah they say they do they part
b*tch your bars ain’t doin’ sh*t, yeah all you do is doo doo fart
i got millions of bars, like i’m a federal prison
all these b*tches say it’s fire, but i’m sayin’ it isn’t

[verse 1 * lil b*llsack]

haters say i’m on estrogen cause my racks keep growing
think my 9 might be gay, with all these dudes it’s blowin’
i’m attracted to the money, b*tches sayin’ i’m in bread
sendin’ jfifs on discord, yeah you know they don’t embed
i got cheddar for these crackers, b*tches buyin’ the crack
yeah your b*tch might say she sleepin’, but she hittin’ the sack
the way i sh*t on these rappers, it’s like y’all got a scat fetish
your boyfriend squirt on my weiner, yeah i call that sh*t relish
b*tches call me clorophyll cause i got all this green
b*tches call me cloroform, they always sleepin’ with me
said no to s*xual harrassment, homie, i ain’t no priest
i’m gettin’ all this bread, while yall still search for the yeast
used to smoke every day, now i smoke every hour
yo, i’m playin’ valorant, because i don’t ever shower
stopped the beef to get the cheddar, now i only stay cookin’
now i’m gettin’ so h*rny, i stuck my d*ck into pudding, b*tch
[hook * lil b*llsack]

these b*tches talkin’ money, but i’m sayin’ money talks
i got problems with my weiner, i f*ck anything that walks
all this p*n*s all around me, b*tch i think i’m boutta bust
sayin’ album of the year, i turn these rappers all to dust
they all tried toppin’ that weiner, yeah they say they do they part
b*tch your bars ain’t doin’ sh*t, yeah all you do is doo doo fart
i got millions of bars, like i’m a federal prison
all these b*tches say it’s fire, but i’m sayin’ it isn’t
these b*tches talkin’ money, but i’m sayin’ money talks
i got problems with my weiner, i f*ck anything that walks
all this p*n*s all around me, b*tch i think i’m boutta bust
sayin’ album of the year, i turn these rappers all to dust
they all tried toppin’ that weiner, yeah they say they do they part
b*tch your bars ain’t doin’ sh*t, yeah all you do is doo doo fart
i got millions of bars, like i’m a federal prison
all these b*tches say it’s fire, but i’m sayin’ it isn’t

[verse 2 * mini wheat]

i be hating on god, you could say i blaspheme
but i’m f*ckin’ these dudes, that’s just the way that i cream
doin’ illegal drugs, because i smoke that weed
and i smoke that crack, i’m here with lil b*llsack
and i’m here in the place, at the studio mic
his house is a small place, b*tch, it’s bungalow like
and i wanna k!ll myself, sick of doing this sh*t
and i was tryna f*ck a p*ssy but i couldn’t find the cl*t, yuh

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